I thought,
since my exams finished long ago, I cancelled my gym membership and I moved
back home, that my number of blog posts would increase
rapidly; I hardly have anything more productive to do with my time. But I have realized
this is exactly my problem. I am so lazy and so unmotivated to do the necessary
things in life, I realized that the only reason I blog is to procrastinate, and
now I have nothing to procrastinate from, I am procrastinating from blogging. I
am here today because I am going on holiday at 4am tomorrow and I haven’t packed
yet.
It seems
that the less I do, the less energy I have and over the last couple of weeks I have
just about mustered half a blog post for everything that annoys me. So, to make
my life a little bit easier, here are some short sentences about things that
have pushed my buttons recently.
I redecorated
my room and it took a really long time and it was really boring and most of the
paint seemed to end up in my hair or in my radiator as opposed to on my walls.
I found out
that you have to pay a lot of money to volunteer abroad which, in my eyes,
defeats the exact point of helping people for free, because other people are
making money out of it.
I saw an
advert (quite a few times) that claimed that the new Samsung Galaxy S3
understands you, it shares what’s in your heart, it keeps track of loved ones,
it recognizes who you are, it follows your every move, it sees your best side,
it shares the warmth of nature, it waits till you’re asleep and then the advert
ends which is a shame because that was turning into a pretty good thriller
about a psychopathic stalker.
Also, what
is with all of these “reality tv” shows, which apparently are not legitimately
classified as reality anymore, and have been renamed “structured reality”? The bigger
question at hand is if you’re going to turn reality into a drama anyway, why is
it still so boring?
And finally,
I would like to point out the flaws in the statement “make tea, not war”. Making
tea in my household is an unspoken war and creates and maintains everyday
tension between each member of my family (first world problems, right?). There
is an assumed rule that when you make a hot beverage for yourself, you have to
offer everyone else too and four out of five of my family members will
automatically say yes please. If we estimate that to make one cup of tea takes
approximately 3 minutes (including boiling the kettle), it is fair to assume
that making four cups of tea will take considerably longer (I am not going to
insert an exact figure here because it technically adds minimal time to the
task, but that is not the point I am making). The point I am making appears to
be that I am either incredibly selfish or incredibly lazy.
In my
defence, if painting wasn’t so boring, if volunteering didn’t cost so much
money, if I had that new phone that can replace the necessity of human
interaction, if someone would insert more stage directions than awkward pause into Made In Chelsea, and
if I had a maid to make my tea, then maybe I wouldn’t always be so bored. (I incidentally
read an article about boredom the other day and there is such a thing as “chronic
boredom” but I took the test at the end and had very average results so I know
you’re all thinking the same things as me).
